“Hey,” the girl said by way of greeting as she passed Taylor and headed towards her car. A headphone/microphone combo seemed to come out of her hair next to her ear. ” “Uh, yeah,” Taylor said, tempted to point to the magazine the girl had just been reading. Your privacy will always be respected.” “I like that,” Taylor said. “You let me know if this hurts, darling-dear,” Anya said. It felt amazing, the pressure working it’s way down the very center of Taylor’s back. When she reached the bottom, Anya turned her arm 90 degrees and worked the elbow back and forth over the small of Taylor’s back before going another 90 and working all the way back up to the base of Taylor’s neck. She worked plenty of the massage oil into Taylor’s pale flesh. This time, she started down at the feet, working up until she reached Taylor’s ass. “Then let Anya make you feel so good.” Taylor took a deep breath and relented. Anya immediately began running her finger down Taylor’s crack, tracing the path of the massage oil. Maybe she had dreamt it, dozed off and let her imagination run wild. ” Taylor said, but Anya’s answer was to take Taylor’s leg and bend it at the knee until her heel was pressed against her own butt. “Anya loves all of it, and Anya loves you, but not that way, yes? Still, her arm DID feel stretched, and she supposed that was important. Anya moved behind Taylor’s head and got down on her knees on a small stool next to the table. For what seemed like an eternity to Taylor nothing happened, just some rustling of fabric. With her pussy filled, and her body already primed for sex after two most powerful orgasms, Taylor Swift felt nothing but pleasure as the dildo slowly but surely entered her deepest, darkest parts.